Steve Graves

 I've been thinking of the many ways I have been lucky in life.  Born in America, moderate Indiana climate with plenty of water, power/energy, food.  I  have never gone one day in 72 years without a meal.  Not one day. I was born white, a male.  Never had to go to war, though I narrowly missed Viet Nam. I've realized only in the past year or so that I was one of the "cool kids" in school; never picked on (that's the cool-kids test).  I've had more than one person tell me that I "have dignity" - it never occurs to me. I am an "only child"; never had to share food, attention, money, clothes.  My neighborhood friends were my "siblings." Mother insisted I go to college, which I now appreciate more than ever.  I got lucky in marriage, too; my wife is smart - and a talker, but that's okay, because I'm a listener.  (She frequently serves as my "social credential.") Mother told me to go into business for myself, another ...

 Out for a few days.  Golf was good three days in a row.  Hilton Garden Inn was unsatisfactory.  Toilet did not flush.  Switched rooms, and TV remote didn't work.  They put me in the handicapped room, and I'm not handicapped.  No jet tub.  Handicapped stall shower only.  Bathroom mirror at wheelchair height.  Place wasn't clean.  One pillow smelled.  In all, not a good lodging experience.

Wife Terri is having family in for the weekend.  I will be bach-ing elsewhere. 

 I'm having trouble figuring out how to conveniently perform a new post. I'm not even sure how I got here today.  Update:  I think I've found a way.  Not as convenient as I had hoped though.

 It again occurs to me that I should be trying to write something daily.  C'mon, Steve, give it a go.